Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1887-04-02

As the cold chillineSs leaves tho air and
the necessity of briskness to sustain exist
ence departs, how many murmuring, dis
contented people one does meet. Their
number is legion.
1t is hard to keep up ones spirits in GER
tain states of weather, but some poor
wretches never try. They complain, they
growl, they seem to take a degree of salts
faction III rendering everyone around them
as miserable as themselves.
One woman is tired to death" of wash
ing dishes, another is worn to II shadow"
making soap bubbles for Johnnie, yet
another has her life "teased ont of her"
because Bessie knocked her elbow when
she was writing a letter.
Clara Grower wishes she was dead be-
cause the hero of her last novel surpasses
in grandeur her only beau. Angelina
Croaker cries sad tears that thaw her trZzcs
and swell up her nose because her little
brother Tommy has left finger marks on
that book of etchings Augustus gave her
at Christmas.
Mamma Highdudgeon suffers with
gloomy headache because her young hope
full has Uttered up newly swept carpet.
These are languidly disconnected people;
there is yet another class of them. They
might be termed tioaters--continually NOV
ing from one place to another, always seek
ing to better themselves and almost always
making it worse.
"A rolling stone gathers no moss" is an
old and threadbare adage, and yet its ve;i-
fcation is new every day.
As the season of fitting approaches this
restlessness in some people amounts al
most to monOmania. The housekeeper
and her lord find that change is imperative.
Disregardful of whether or not the new
abode will be cheaper or more convenient,
the carpets, furniture and household goods
are tumbled out and carted 10 a new dom-
cile.
We have seen plumber that locke as if it
had been moved and battered around until
it was about worn out. The only object
these people seem TO have in stopping at
all is to get money enough to move on.
They are species of Arab or Gypsy, who
are at home in modified sense anywhere
OF everywhere.
1t is the time of the church year. We are
supposed TO be seated, meditating on our
manifold sins and misdemeanors; we are,
therefore, pardonable at thus unseltishly
glancing at Il few dislayed by our friends
and neighbors. 1t should help us 10 dis
cover If We ourselves possess similar ones;
Or, in finding ourselves lacking in them, We
should be thankful for manifold blessings
showered upon us.
We know woman who when she grows
disconnected and dissatisfied with her life
goes down in her purse, selects a coin and
goes out to find some deserving, poverty
| stricken sister upon whom to tcstow il. In
doing this she sees SO much real misery.
| such pressed down and irremedial suffer-
| ing, that she returns, takes mp her lie
load philosophically and, while perhaps
not satisfied, is content with her lot.
The secret of content in life is not 10 lie
what one likes, but 10 like what one has TO
| do. Most often it is an acquired taste.
Our work most frequently is at first dis
tasteful. and We force ourselves to do it
thoroughly; but there is no employment
| that possesses 10 mtins c beauty, no
recompensing pleasure.
| Dishvater is holTil stuff to put your
| hands into, hut the warm shining glass and
china is pretty AS We neatly arrange 1t on
| the shelf.
| All little household duties grow monot-
enous after years of daily repetition, yet
there is nothing more graceful, more heart
satisfying, than their intelligent perform
ance, and the comfort We see it gives those
around us.